True confession: I did not see MIB1 or MIB2. I remember Mr. G, honey going to see MIB1 with Super Techlet. I wandered into the screening room next door and caught a romantic comedy, which escapes me at the moment. The Super Techlet came out laughing; the Mr. G, honey came out a little glassy-eyed and shaking his head. That’s like a two thumbs up for him.

For some reason last week, I decided that I just had to see MIB3. Had to. So we whipped out to a Centrum and grabbed a real burger at a real restaurant — translation: No Fast Fake Food For You — and staggered over to the theater.

I’ll sum up my experience this way ~

I laughed myself silly.

I grinned all the way out of the theater so big that it caused a man moving into my radar to grin back at me. He had The Avengers written all over him.

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